INT. BEDROOM - DAY
A guest room. Bed aimed at big wall-mounted TV and dresser drawers below it. Remote on one of the nightstands on each side of the bed. Matching lamps on both. Art TBD on wall above bed. Tom's hat on rack near open door to hallway near closet.
Desk at window to patio, yard, Organ Mountains. Lamp, unsolved Rubik's Cube, etch-a-sketch and pen and pencil on guest book on desk. Swivel chair under. Telescope in corner near desk, potted Bird of Paradise in another. Tom's suitcase on bed.
KNOCKING OF BOOTS ON HARDWOOD before Tom enters, sits at desk, stares out window, finally gets phone from shirt pocket, speaks into it.
TOM: Ruth.
You and Gil in Fredericksburg?
Hunter's house. I'll be spendin' the night and leavin' in the mornin'.
You there?
Understandable. Wanda was a little thrown off too.
Didn't have no plans other'n to take a picture. We'll talk more when I call tonight.
He's off to El Paso to pick up his daughter at the airport. I'm in his guest room.
Real nice. Gotta gym, theater, great view of the mountains. I took a few pictures I'll send. Wouldn't mind a picture of Gil's face when ya tell him.
K, more tonight.
Love you too.
(He pockets phone, opens suitcase, gets the grey hardcover book titled Foglost and written by H.C. Hardyn from its place atop his western style shirts. The book is marked with a ribbon indicating a book almost read. Tom puts on his hat, leaves room with it, BOOTS KNOCKING ON HARDWOOD fading then silent moments before he appears in window, sits at patio table, opens book, reads.)
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